The war hadn't scared Maisie off from the magical world, though she'd always lived a little bit between worlds. Her Mum was a muggleborn, so she knew all about muggle things, and loved a great deal of them. She just wasn't into denying what she was or what she thought she was meant to be. The one thing that Maisie had ever really thought she was great at was Transfiguration, which was why she tried so hard to perfect that great skill of hers, why she had been so intent on becoming an animagus. Her persistence had gotten her many places over the years. She had wanted to finish her schooling, and wouldn't hear of any suggestion that she shouldn't. Maisie much preferred to face that fear head on than run away from it...she didn't think it would solve anything in her life to turn her back on what she knew.
She nodded softly, feeling almost a bit reverent of the school they had gone too. Many things had changed, but then, she had enjoyed her last few years, "I was in Gryffindor, a fifth year during the war," she supplied, pausing for a few moments, "School was pretty much the same after it all. I mean...it took it's losses a bit hard, and sometimes the atmosphere was more severe...people were just on edge everywhere, you know? But I hear they're doing alright still...some of the teaching positions are hard to fill, I think, but it's still Hogwarts," It was almost a bit hard to talk about the place that she loved so much that had seen so much hardship. Sometimes at night she was still haunted by the horrible sounds of the Final Battle...the screaming and the sights of all those people after it was all over would be something she could never forget.